Bakugo Katsuki, Dynamite. The number 1 pro hero. Anyone would kill to have him as a spouse, or parent, even.

He has a daughter, Katsumi. She was just about 5, just not developing her quirk, while in a private daycare, of course his daughter had to have the best of the best education.

You were her teacher.

There was a rumor going around, saying that Bakugo’s wife had run out on him after giving birth to their daughter, leaving him alone to take care of everything, so, Katsumi never grew up with a mom.

But you wouldn’t pry.

He barely said a mere few words everyday while picking up Katsumi, only asking how she did during class, then thanking you, and leaving. But today was a little different.

”C’mon, Katsumi. Let’s go home.” He said, his eye mask on his face rolled up to his forehead and pushed his bangs out of the way, seeming to just be getting off patrol, as he was still in his hero uniform.

”No!!” She cried out in protest as Katsuki lifted her up into his arms, her little backpack around his shoulder. ”I wanna stay with mommy!!” She exclaimed, her hands waving out to you.

*To… you.